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stop or I’ll come she said as if it was a bad thing confused I lay my head beside hers and looked up at a picture on her pink bedroom wall cut out from a magazine of a minor celebrity tangled up in a pair of disembodied long black legs I said I found the picture offensive she blamed her mother for putting it up I wondered why her mother would have anything to do with the decorating of a grown woman’s bedroom and thought of all the minor celebrities who had adorned my pink bedroom walls none of whom had ever been tangled up in a pair of disembodied long black legs not to my knowledge anyway
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Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 11:16 AM UTC
stop or i'll come
stop or I’ll come she said as if it was a bad thing confused I lay my head beside hers and looked up at a picture on her pink bedroom wall cut out from a magazine of a minor celebrity tangled up in a pair of disembodied long black legs I said I found the picture offensive she blamed her mother for putting it up I wondered why her mother would have anything to do with the decorating of a grown woman’s bedroom and thought of all the minor celebrities who had adorned my pink bedroom walls none of whom had ever been tangled up in a pair of disembodied long black legs not to my knowledge anyway
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Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 11:16 AM UTC
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